I know a guy who gave a 16 year old kid the keys to a 450hp 1975 Corvette. Thing was mint, Candy Apple Red, nice ass polished alum wheels, cherry car. Turned heads anywhere it went. Kid grew up in his fathers garage, worked on cars his entire life, built his first 10 second small block when he was 15, helped restore half a dozen 'Vettes, a couple old Porsches, and fix literally hundreds of wrecked cars that rolled through their body shop. Him and his father shared a love of fast and powerfull cars, and were at the drag strip together almost every weekend. He let the kid take his first pass down the strip alone the summer of his 16th birthday. Is he an idiot? Not that anyones opinion on my father matters to me but it's not the fathers fault he's dead. My father trusted me with that machine, that he bought brand new, poured his heart, soul and life in to. He knew I respected it and knew the consequences of not respecting it. I could have easily killed myself or someone else in that car but I didn't.